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He fucked me like that for a long couple of minutes.
Hard.
Deep.
But slow.
Then he was grabbing me and turning, sitting off the side of the bed with me straddling him but facing away.
I didn’t even hesitate, just started moving, driving myself up, trying to get to that edge more quickly so I could come before I lost control of my mouth.
“Nope,” Slash barked, grabbing my hips and yanking me up, his cock sliding out of me, when I made a little mewling sound.
My legs were shaking as I stood, and that combined with the pathetic little whimper I let out seemed to make Slash show me some mercy.
This time, he grabbed me, pressing me down on the bed, and clamping a hand over my mouth as he started to fuck me again.
Faster.
Harder.
Driving me up so fast that the orgasm caught me a little off-guard, making my whole body tense and arch upward as I cried out against his palm.
His body slammed into mine, burying deep, cursing as he came.
His body crushed into me afterward, but there was something almost comforting about the pressure, making me wrap him up with my arms and legs, holding on in a way I knew I never would have let myself before. In a way that said I never wanted to let go.
And the thing was, I didn’t want to.
To let go.
I wanted to hold onto this man forever.
It was somehow a terrifying and comforting thought at the same time.
It was dangerous, I knew, to let someone mean something to you. To mean a lot to you. It gave them a lot of power.
And I had spent so much of my life holding onto what little power I felt like I had, never letting anyone get to me, always being completely responsible for my own happiness.
It was scary to give up even a little bit to someone else.
But, God, was it nice to have someone.
Someone to be there for you. To always be on your side. I hadn’t known that in so long.
I wasn’t going to let my fear take it away from me.
But that didn’t mean I was going to roll over and take it when I felt like he was overstepping a line.
“I’m going to work tomorrow,” I told him, feeling him sigh dramatically before pushing up to look down at me. “Like it or not,” I added.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. Because, coming from Slash, those words were actually a compliment.
“The Murphys will be there,” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, clearly not enjoying the idea of giving up his control over my safety, but knowing he would need to.
